Neon Gods Novels & Stories

Blaze asked me. “No problem.” “…Hey, you.” Blaze then pointed at Kronos. “What do you want?” “Something edible,” Kronos replied. “Fast food.” “Just give Kronos a beef burger.” Rumelia emotionlessly replied. “I want the same food with Lucifer.” “…Eh?” I was dumbfounded. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- AUTHOR'S NOTE: I just feel like writing a note here. 5.5 Tera Celcius - 5,500,000,000,000 °C (12 zeros)

"You will remain here." The streets below were home only to ghosts and shadows now. The people were cowering in whatever safe haven they could find, whether it be the claustrophobic aisles of a department store or the dark back room of an office. Anywhere was better than the bubbling mire outside. The heat from the burning blood would not affect the deity who once walked in his own volcanic Eden. Nor did it affect the creatures he crafted but it certainly made their way more taxing. Isaac watched as a soft haze encapsulated the God's body and slowly, he began to fade, glowing translucent and glorious.

Neon purple light draws the patter as their eyes pins in a surprise backing out unto her side protecting her unto their stance as the ‘demon’ they are fighting against is the very image of the serpentine God. “Ophiuchus.” Calling God’s name as it hisses in response. Its silver scale and neon purple night eyes mark the celestial birth for both of them. Puzzled as their mind might be in a shallow trance of a shape-shifting demon who takes the image of the known God. The three took a defensive stance protecting her near as her heartbeats an unknowing pain. To the God that should be in the celestial realm and of an eminent authority where chants and proper ritual are required for days to be hear

In the kingdom of Serenacia, all hell broke loose as the wailing and anger of the king's sons, Odell, roared through the city while everyone feared, but also mourned the death of the king of Gods who ruled them, but now lay with a stake in his heart. And now he was dead. Something bewildering and impossible to think about, because as it is said, Gods can live forever, yet here it is. The clouds became darker as lightning of heavy strikes shook the earth, and the humans knew that the only way for them out at the moment, was the cry out to the Almighty, Creator of God's, and the owner of the heavens and earth.

Selene Am I allowed to say " Oh my fkin Goddess? " because I really feel like now is the appropriate time for such a comment! Jewel The ground all around us begins to crack and burst open and Neeko starts laughing like the bloody madman that he clearly is, this energy is of the dark arts!

“My name is Hephaestus. God of Fire and Technology. I’m here today in endorsement of the Goddess Iokaste Mason and in defiance of certain Gods on Mount Olympus. I would like to tell everyone this is going to be a joyous occasion, and it is, but based on recent events, I want to warn you that as we move through the ceremony, Zeus himself may show his disapproval of your Luna’s ascension to Luna of the Menae. It matters not. When she has completed the ceremony, no one can take the honor away from her.” He reaches down and makes an adjustment to an old brace on his leg that looks handmade so he can stand more comfortably, and begins again. “I spoke with the Goddess Iokaste earlier today. She to

shouts from the gods' dais. Everyone obeys, looking at each other, unsure of what to do amidst the confusion that engulfs them. At that moment, a supernatural roar is heard, and the door swings open wide, making way for Yaldabot, the feared god of the underworld. His presence is terrifying, his body shrouded in shadows, his gaze piercing. Yaldabot surveys everyone with a cold and gloomy expression. His eyes gleam with infernal fire as he strides directly towards the goddess Luna, who shrinks in fear at his imposing presence. The air around him becomes thick and laden with dark energy.

she whispered, “it was only silence. Now it has a name again.” A pulse of dark fire flared, and I heard it - an ancient, terrible word. Nythera. The name slid through me like ice. “She has waited eons,” the Goddess said, her voice breaking with sorrow. “And now she feeds on your kind. On my children. Their faith. Their rage. Their hunger for freedom. She offers them strength unbound, power unshackled -and in return, she devours their souls.” I saw it then - wolves kneeling beneath a blackened moon, eyes burning red, the mark of the Goddess stripped from their skin.

"The Synthetic Gods are falling! The cage is broken!" A roar, tentative at first, but rapidly swelling into a deafening tsunami of pure, long-suppressed rage, erupted from the underground. Millions of cyber-cultivators, realizing their souls were just batteries for a false heaven, poured out of the alleys, dive bars, and sweatshops. They didn't have orbital cannons, but they had plasma-cutters, mining lasers, and sheer numbers. The Neon Rebellion had begun. But Caleb and Scarlett weren't watching the streets. They were looking up.

His eyes were on the fire. “That fire came from the last Luna Goddess who descended on earth centuries ago. She left it to punish evil beings by throwing them in that fire. And ever since, no one have really been touched by that fire without turning into ashes in just seconds.” He paused for a moment, his eyes darting at her. “Well, we finally had the only one. You, Lady Kaliyah. because you are truly been blessed by the Luna Goddess.” With his melancholic yet powerful voice, Kaliyah heaved a sharp breath. It’s as if the air was being sucked out of her lungs the more, she looked at this man.